Sikong Jing nodded. "It's all fake. Don't worry."
As soon as the words fell, Twelve Leopard let out a long breath, guilt written across his face. "Young Sect Master, I... I'm too weak."
They had only just entered Blood Evil Valley, yet he had seemed as though he'd been possessed, and had even needed the Young Sect Master to break the illusion for him.
It wounded Twelve Leopard deeply.
In response, Sikong Jing gently patted his shoulder...
"There's no need to blame yourself. You've only just stepped out of the Cangyu Demon Sect. This is all perfectly normal."
"Besides, your realm is still insufficient. Over the next month, I'll do everything I can to make you someone close to Teng Yue."
Twelve Leopard still lagged far behind Teng Yue...
Though both were in the Emperor Martial Sovereign Realm, Teng Yue was a supreme genius. The moment Twelve Leopard made a move, he would surely be exposed.
Thus, the Red Wind Three Elders throwing them into Blood Evil Valley suited Sikong Jing perfectly.
Twelve Leopard nodded heavily, secretly swearing that he would never disappoint the Young Sect Master. But just then... Hee hee hee hee!
An eerie laugh suddenly rang out all around them.
Twelve Leopard, who had only just calmed down, felt every hair on his body stand on end again.
As the laughter faded, another scalp-numbing female voice abruptly sounded from all around...
"That's so funny."
"Who told you it was all fake? So much of your blood has already been sucked away."
Twelve Leopard frantically looked around, yet he saw nothing at all. He had no idea where the woman's voice was coming from.
But then he suddenly discovered that Sikong Jing's body was withering away.
In his eyes, the Young Sect Master had abruptly become nothing but